Mahmoud Darwish

(13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Mahmoud Darwish Poems

1. I Remember Elsayyab… 4/15/2014
2. Cadence Chooses Me 4/15/2014
3. Psalm Four 4/15/2014
4. Neighing At The Slope 4/15/2014
5. A Song And The Sultan 4/15/2014
6. Mohammed Al Durra 4/15/2014
7. Pride And Fury 4/16/2014
8. Intensive Care Unit 4/16/2014
9. In Egypt, One Hour Isn'T Like Any Other 4/15/2014
10. I Will Slog Over This Road 4/15/2014
11. Brand Of Slaves 9/7/2013
12. The Horse Fell Off The Poem 9/3/2013
13. I Have A Seat In The Abandoned Theater 9/3/2013
14. On A Day Like This 4/14/2014
15. Other Berbers Will Come 4/16/2014
16. They Would Love To See Me Dead 4/16/2014
17. As He Walks Away 4/16/2014
18. Psalm Two 4/15/2014
19. No Flag Flutters In The Wind 4/14/2014
20. Slain And Unknown… 4/15/2014
21. A Noun Sentence 4/14/2014
22. Now, As You Awaken… 4/15/2014
23. I Have The Wisdom Of One Condemned… 9/4/2013
24. Mural 9/3/2013
25. The Cypress Broke 9/3/2013
26. Your Night Is Of Lilac 9/3/2013
27. Psalm One 4/15/2014
28. The Promise Of Liberty 4/16/2014
29. On A Canaaite Rock At The Dead Sea 4/16/2014
30. Nostalgia To The Light 10/28/2013
31. Another Day Will Come 4/15/2014
32. Who Am I, Without Exile? 9/3/2013
33. Bread 4/16/2014
34. Remainder Of A Life 4/16/2014
35. Earth Presses Against Us 4/15/2014
36. A Man And A Fawn Play Together In A Garden… 4/15/2014
37. Promises Of The Storm 4/15/2014
38. The Owl's Night 4/15/2014
39. He Is Quiet And So Am I 4/15/2014
40. Sonnet V 4/14/2014
Best Poem of Mahmoud Darwish

I Come From There

I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.
I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep ...

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They did not recognize me in the shadows
That suck away my color in this Passport
And to them my wound was an exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs
They did not recognize me,
Ah... Don't leave
The palm of my hand without the sun
Because the trees recognize me
Don't leave me pale like the moon!

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